BarKeep - Project Poet Lyrics

What if tomorrow you woke up to midday eclipse
The shadows creep in
Through your window leave you speechless
Breaking bread with preachers just to get your feet wet
Sleep and reset, and reset
Intended to repeat that, repeat that

It's the hooligans that's late to school again, I miss the 90s
Chucky, Phil and Tommy
Misadventures in my IV
Prized before my death was so untimely, shit
My momma cried when I said I missed her nightly, but

Before I go I got shit I do
Before I leave a mark I wanna part you with wisdom
Forget your insecurities, success ain't in the streets dude
Patience is the sweetest after salt from the facetious
And this ain't nothing easy

I worked for it, I slaved
I broke for it
My cave is decorated and co-signed by Miles Davis
Child's Play this
Hack and slashing rhyme game is outplayed
When the f*ckin fetishism leave our feeble minds gaping
Heartbreak and

Holocaust the room and leave nothing but funky tunes to
I shouldn't use a word with wounds, true
But how I'm supposed to get my point across if I don't choose to
Sleepy hollow basket with my head left in the swimming pool

Robin in the night with a bat, my man's jokin
The chorus reaching brand new heights like A. Sabonis
Cold hearted break your sole daughter leave her lonely with a baby boy fatherless and hungry
But the money steady flowing if her OnlyFans blowing up
Toughen up
Turn the other cheek and prep for sucker punch
Button up

Cruise in El Caminos in Reno, shit
With 100 on the dash
I'm loving all that ass you love to put up in my face
We used to laugh and plan that shit when you on
Break
Thats a tough ass break
And I can't tell if its on purpose but you hype me up for days
Got me cleaning off my plate

I only wear gold cuz my great great great great great great grandaddy told me so
Grand momma left the lights on and the fights in AM
Fragrance by HM
Who is he, I'm him
I'm the type of soul you leave on read when the lights dim

I'm the type preacher that's gone call you on yo bullshit
Give me all your money if you want it for that Ruth's Chris